REDPENNY [jumping up and following her] What?

EMMY. He's been made a knight. Mind you dont go Dr Ridgeoning him
in them letters. Sir Colenso Ridgeon is to be his name now.

REDPENNY. I'm jolly glad.

EMMY. I never was so taken aback. I always thought his great
discoveries was fudge (let alone the mess of them) with his drops
of blood and tubes full of Maltese fever and the like. Now he'll
have a rare laugh at me.

REDPENNY. Serve you right! It was like your cheek to talk to him
about science. [He returns to his table and resumes his writing].

EMMY. Oh, I dont think much of science; and neither will you when
youve lived as long with it as I have. Whats on my mind is
answering the door. Old Sir Patrick Cullen has been here already
and left first congratulations--hadnt time to come up on his way
to the hospital, but was determined to be first--coming back, he
said. All the rest will be here too: the knocker will be going
all day. What Im afraid of is that the doctor'll want a footman
like all the rest, now that he's Sir Colenso. Mind: dont you go
putting him up to it, ducky; for he'll never have any comfort
with anybody but me to answer the door. I know who to let in and
who to keep out. And that reminds me of the poor lady. I think he
ought to see her. Shes just the kind that puts him in a good
temper. [She dusts Redpenny's papers].